Sea of Dreams
My dreams assail me.
They leave me troubled.
They leave me.
I see visions of lives unlived.
I drown in my own insecurities and doubt.
Once they left me sore of mind, now I ache as though pummelled.
Every morning my mind reels, turned over.
Every day the pain is worse.
I fear to sleep.
No escape in sight.
No way to make weigh and be gone.
I lay trapped in billowing sheets, tossed, alone.
The feelings rests inescapable, bleak.
There is no course to take.
No map of angst.
See the next horizon.
Pray for a swell of joy, some light.
Ride what wave the waking hours bring.
Until again, rest must come.